Chapter 22: the mate bond is a bitch

The lady hummed as she went about her sewing work, bottom lip bit and forehead puckered with concentration as she worked on embroidering the design into the velvet material. Her eyes were full, showing the faraway look in them. In front of her, attaching the string of beads to the other half of the dress was her daughter. If she was looking, she would have realised that her daughter has been captured by yet another curiosity.

Just the other day, on her way back after phasing without her mother's knowledge, she came across a male and a female in the woods. The female was held up to a tree, making sounds she thought were odd because it wasn't sounds of pain or panic. Like she was enjoying whatever the male was doing to her.

From her perspective, squealing and chirping are enough to show one's excitement and enthusiasm for an action or situation. The female's reaction left her confused, resulting in her standing there as they continued what they were doing, oblivious to the ten years old